Rocky Mountain High :: essays research papers

Rocky Mountain High     Swish, swish, flap, swish, flap. The walls of my tent approach to flutter vigorously. I roll over, rub my eyes, and try to figure out what in the hell is going on. Waking up from the long, cold nights sleep at 10,000 feet, my senses are not exactly what I would call sharp as a tack. I unzip my sleeping bag and a rush of cold mountain air sends shivers down my spine. I pare around the tent, frantically trying to find some warm clothes. As I hop out of the tent, I realize the shaking was approaching from the other members in my group giving me a inner circleers wake up call. Still in a morning daze, I ask, Whats for breakfast? After the laughter dies down, I realize the Clif contain I packed the day before will be the provided breakfast I substantiate.     As I scramble around camp, I notice the first glints of sunshine shoot over the ridge to the easterly and the moon slowly tucking itself into bed behind the ri dge on the west. I wipe the dew off the face of my watch, 603am. I take a deep breath of the mountain air, as clean as pure spring water and then I feel nature begin to call. With the first task of the day accomplished, I pack up camp and prepare for the days hike. The higher up the mountain I go, more(prenominal) and more of my group members began to fade. Some of the members stop to quiet on a log that has fallen victim to Mother Nature. Others pause to take pictures of themselves, miss the valley below. The lake glimmers from the suns rays and the cool north winds push the clouds crossways the sky. Feeling excited now, I want to keep going to get the view from the top. Sitting on a log to rest or taking pictures just does not appear so appealing anymore. I do not know what about hiking in the mountains that became so addicting to me, only when there is definitely something about it. Maybe it is the way that all my worries and troubles see to disappear into the land. I run around all day acclivity peak after peak, not thinking twice about the rest of the world. All the TVs, cell phones, palm pilots and other gadgets of the day that seem to keep me entertained at home are like a candle in the wind when compared to Mother Nature, who offers plenty to keep me occupied.